She was stretched out on the long low table, held first on her front while she was thrashed on her bare buttocks and then turned on her back, no area ...of her smooth skin spared. Lady Colville’s insistence that she was no better than the farm yard creatures sunk her status lower, if that were possible. If truth be known most farm animals were treated with more dignity. Once her punishment was over she was paraded, still naked, back to the house and taken to her room by Mr. Barwick. We all sat. ”She gasped and reddened, looking down. In a quiet voice she said “Yes Daddy.”I smiled. “That's better. You really are a bad girl. Pretending to be a big girl and drinking in bars, no panties, three men sent to jail because you like to fuck, I think you should be punished, don't you?”She stopped rubbing my joint, her bottom lip trembling. “Yes Daddy.” she whispered.“Did I say you could stop stroking?”“No Daddy.” She said in a small voice and resumed jerking me off.“Now, what do you think. Your mouth feels so good. You are going to be such a fun cumslut." A few minutes later I notice my nose starts bouncing off his stomach and look up at him and lock eyes on him causing him to start moving my head for me, slowly fucking my face. I time it so that every time my nose touches him I moan deep and guttural upon his cock making it twitch.He starts increasing the tempo of his fucking my mouth along with "If you keep this up I am going to cum right down your throat you cumslut bitch. Do. I can take you to a tailor who will soon run you up some British clothing; coats, waistcoats, shirts, trousers, etc, and my cousins are the owners of an establishment able to provide Lady Greenaway with all the necessary British female garb.”Mimi made a moue. “I was hoping to wear one of those beautiful garments the local ladies wear. What are they called, Mister Cline? “ She pointed to a bevy of colourfully costumed females picking their way across the road in front of us.“The women are.